Mama! Where are we going? I don't want to leave papa!! Mama please tell me. What's wrong.
I woke up, feeling like my dream was real, a memory that kept replaying on my mind for the past 3 years. Yesterday, while I was cooking a dish that I've memorized at the back of my hand, Tita Kris asked me, kanino mo natutunan Yan? I stopped and realized, I learned it from... Papa.
Do you miss him?
I don't know what made me say, Everyday. Tears started forming in my eyes.
Yes, I've missed my papa. He is still is my papa.
On my way home, a text from an unknown number that said, Papa's sorry. I didn't know what to reply.
I never asked my mom what happened that night, just bits and pieces I picked up from eavesdropping others from stuff I'd read online. I never was actually mad at my papa, because, I didn't really know what happened. But what hurt me was he never came after us, as if it was okay with him to not have us in his life anymore.
I suddenly found myself taking the taxi, to that one place I always go to when I'm sad. I rode the Ferris wheel, as if all the happiest memories I had with my family, was kept in there.
Ma'am, tapos na po yung ride. I snapped backed to reality.
I went home later that day. Mama was furious something about making her worry so much, I just told her, I wasn't thinking, I just needed to think.
Ma, do you think I could see papa?
